Chapter 9Tuesday is usually my day off, but with the spectre of murder and the possibility of corruption hanging over the town, there will be no breaks until everyone concerned has been questioned. As it is normally quiet at this time of year, my officers expect extra time off, not less and they are lethargic and miserable, but it can't be helped.
“Patricia is on the phone,” Paul calls from the outer office. “She wants to know if you'll be home early enough to drive her to Perpignan.”
“Merde,” I mutter. I forgot she was planning to visit the gallery. Two of her paintings have been sold and she wants to collect her money.
“You'd better put her through,” I reply.
I brace myself for recriminations, but after the usual update on the menagerie, she assures me there's no problem.
“Marjorie'
